As I fall asleep, to black and white TVIf I float away, in my recurring dreamEach winter dreams, electricityAnd there are words to sayAnd there are songs to singBut I can hardly speak at allOh, I'm on my way to a holiday in real timeFloat a mile away, say we'll be OKDear Valentine

Now quietly we peek across the streetPerfectly cut, perfectly meanBut it's not complete, no not at allOh, I'm on my way to a holiday in real timeFloat a mile away, say we'll be OKDear Valentine